Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 372

Chapter 372 Lisa: Ava's Camp

LISA

After miles of walking, the sun is pretty high in the sky.

I'm too exhausted to shove back layers to take a peek at my watch, plus I really don't want to know what time it is. If it's too early, I'll know we're still ages from seeing Ava. If it's too late, I'll be even more exhausted knowing how long we've been trudging through the snow.

Better to just keep going as my lungs burn and my whole body aches. I really thought I was ready for this, but I'm not in as good of shape as I'd thought.

Kellan's doubtful stare when I asked to come along is really making sense.

"Don't worry." Mira's friendly voice tells me she's back. Sometimes she roams ahead, helping break trail. "We aren't far now."

Thank. Fucking. God.

Mira points at a thin line of grey against the pale winter sky. "See that smoke? That's their camp."

My shoulders sag with relief as I stare at the back of Kellan's head. His broad shoulders haven't slowed once during our trek, and here I am ready to collapse. "Have I slowed you all down?"

"Not at all." Mira's smile warms her words. "We don't always scout in wolf form, you know."

"Why not?" It hadn't occurred to me that they would do that, but now that she's mentioned it—well, why wouldn't they? "Wouldn't it be easier?"

a sparkling spray. "Things are different when we're shifted. We don't make a habit of staying in

"Different how?"

stronger, but complex reasoning becomes harder. Plus, clothes are a pain to deal with. No one likes shifting

steal another glance at Kellan's back. His steady stride hasn't faltered once during

breath comes in harsh pants that crystallize in front of my face.

cooking meat makes my mouth water. The promise of warmth

Ava's excited shout carries across the snow as she waves both

I can wave back, a silver blur crashes through the snow. Selene slams into me with the force of a furry semi, knocking me flat on my back. Her tongue assaults

to shield my

hands grip my arms, hauling me back to my feet. Snow clings to my clothes, but I don't

way out

flush in her cheeks. She

so much, actually. But once Vanessa shoves this meal down my throat, I've got

whatever important wolf business demands their attention.

I heard you

going

laughs and loops her arm through mine, leading me toward the tent. The smell of herbs and meat

into neat bundles, barely sparing us a glance as we enter the warm

Most tents I've ever seen camping are small. Not the kind you stand up

but Greg

as Ava has me sit on what appears to be a folded sleeping bag. My muscles protest the movement—I'll definitely feel this trek tomorrow. But it

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